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About Fukuoka

Last week, I’m cruisin downtown, eyes peeled. This chick’s leanin on a pole, smokin, lookin bored as fuck. I’m like, “Aight, maybe her,” but then—BOOM—some dude rolls up, screamin at her. Pimp, boyfriend, who knows? I’m out! Ain’t nobody got time for that drama. Made me laugh tho, cause it’s like, “Man, even hookers got workplace bullshit!” Reminds me of that diner scene—quiet, then all hell breaks loose. “You tell me what I want!” I’m yellin in my head, but nah, I just peeled out.

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But then, as I was sipping my latte, I overheard this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop. They were fighting about…wait for it…where to eat dinner. I mean, really? You’re gonna yell about dinner? I wanted to jump in and say, “Just go to that izakaya down the street! Problem solved!” But I kept my mouth shut.

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